Page 48 of Too Close To Call

Anything else I was going to say is lost when I get a good look at what’s been waiting for me. I can’t believe I wasted time with the self-absorbed prick trying to get me to restore his Shelby when I could have been here with Tori.

She’s sitting on the side of the bed, fresh from a shower and wearing one of my old t-shirts. They call themvintagethese days. One of her long, smooth legs is bent with her foot resting on the comforter, while the other is dangling off the side. I can’t help but raise my gaze from her toes to the top of her leg where it disappears beneath the hem of the shirt. I moan quietly, wondering if she’s got anything on under there.

A brush is in one hand like she’s been brushing out her wet hair. Strands of it are pulled over one shoulder and the shirt is damp where her hair has been lying. One nipple protrudes from under the clinging fabric.

I close my eyes and lean against the doorjamb to keep from falling to my knees and crawling to her. Her face is flushed from her shower and is free from any makeup. There’s a rosiness to her cheeks and her beautiful brown eyes are half hidden by her long, sooty lashes. She’s never been more beautiful than she is at this very moment and it’s scary how badly I want her. What’s terrifying is that only a few seconds ago, I thought she’d left. Again.

“Hey…” I start to say, but my voice cracks like it did when I was thirteen. I clear my throat and try again. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Her eyes sparkle as she tosses her hair back and laughs. “I just soaked in that amazing bathtub of yours. I hope you don’t mind.”

I will never be able to take a bath again without thinking of Tori naked in my tub. “No. Yes. I mean, sure. I don’t have a problem with it.”

She holds up the pink-handled hairbrush. “Would you mind getting the back? I can’t do it with my other hand and I still have tangles back there.”

She wants me to brush her hair. Seems innocent enough. I brushed Daisy’s hair. But Tori is…

“Sure. No problem,” I say, but don’t leave the safety of the door.

When I don’t move, she tips her head in question. “Case, if itisa problem, just forget it.”

“No. No, it’s not.” I take a step inside the room. Then another and another until I'm standing beside her. She hands me the brush and I bite my lip, trying to figure out the best way to go about reaching her hair.

“Maybe you should sit on the bed and I can sit between your legs.”

“NO!” I shout. I don’t need the visual in my head of her between my legs. I try a more acceptable volume level. “I mean, no need. I can get it like this.”

I reach behind her back and it isn’t a good angle. It is if I like to smell the sweet scent of whatever the hell soap she used in the bath as it drifts up to me from beneath the neck of her shirt. My dick starts to stir.Fuck.

The position is more like I am holding her in my arms and I’m regretting agreeing to do this. Then Tori makes the mistake of looking up. I watch as her lids flutter closed and she almost purrs as the brush slides through her hair. Now my dick is definitely hard and wants in her. Finally.

“Damn it, Tori,” I curse, tossing the brush to the floor and pulling her into my arms.

Our kiss starts slow, but quickly heats up, turning into a feverish, needy battle of give and take. “Fuck, Tori, how do you do this to me?”

She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her core against my cock. I’m so close to the edge it’s embarrassing.

Coiling the damp length of her hair around my fist, I tilt her head to the side and kiss her neck, leaving bites and nibbles as I travel the creamy, smooth skin. Her breathing quickens when I reach the spot behind her ear.

I wrench the shirt from her body in one swift jerk and my breath catches when I discover her bare. Her nipples harden into nubs as her core rides my cock with my jeans the only thing keeping us apart.

I lay her down on the bed. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you. I crave you, Tori.”

Her eyes dim slightly and I could kick myself for bringing other women into the bedroom with us. They aren’t even on the same plane as my feelings for Tori. Desperate to correct that error, I rush to free myself from my clothes.

She opens up her arms to me. “Kiss me, Case.”

I need her mouth on me too, but I know how close I am to losing it. “Lie back, sweetheart. You’ll get my mouth, but let me taste you. I’ll make it worth your while.”

She blinks up at me in surprise and then smiles as her legs fall open in reply. I survey all that she reveals to me before I dip my head and drag my tongue along all the sensitive places I know she likes. I’m careful to neglect the one area I know she most wants my touch. She groans when I barely miss direct contact with her core.

“Case!” she cries out.

“Eyes, baby. I want your eyes on me. Watch me.”

Her lids flutter open and she leans up, bracing herself on her elbows.

I moan at the taste of her in my mouth. She arches her back when I slide my tongue up and down her seam, stopping just short of the bundle of anxiously awaiting nerve endings.

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